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"Carmina Burana" at Carnegie Hall

Ying Fang performs with the Orchestra of St. Luke's. Photo by Stephanie Berger.
 
At Stern Auditorium on the evening of Tuesday, February 27th, I had the extraordinary privilege to attend a magnificent concert version of Carl Orff’s exceedingly popular, astonishing cantata of 1936, Carmina Burana—which was presented as a part of Carnegie Hall’s current festival, “Fall of the Weimar Republic: Dancing on the Precipice”—performed by the superb musicians of the Orchestra of St. Luke’s—brilliantly conducted here by Tito Muñoz—along with both the excellent Westminster Symphonic Choir—directed by James Jordan—and the wonderful Young People’s Chorus of New York City, the Artistic Director of which is Francisco J. Núñez. (At Lincoln Center’s Alice Tully Hall on the evening of Saturday, January 27th, Muñoz—who is the Virginia G. Piper Music Director of The Phoenix Symphony—led the Juilliard Orchestra in a splendid concert—previously reviewed here—that included Sergei Prokofiev’s Piano Concerto No. 2 and Igor Stravinsky’s score for the ballet Petrushka.) The program also featured an outstanding slate of soloists with, above all, the lovely and amazing soprano and Metropolitan Opera star, Ying Fang, as well as tenor Nicholas Phan and baritone Norman Garrett.
 
In useful notes for the event, Ryan M. Prendergast provided some background on the work:
 
Orff’s source text was an edition of songs and poems from a 13th-century codex first discovered in the Bavarian monastery of Benediktbeuern in 1803. Its eventual published title, Carmina Burana, translates to “Songs of Beuern.” The individual poems date from the 11th and 12th centuries, with the majority written in Latin and a smaller number in vernacular German and French of the periods. While some named authors survive in the collection, many of the poems were written by anonymous Goliards, well-educated student clerics whose works often satirized the Church of Rome and who made liberal use of pagan symbols and imagery. The codex later entered the collection of the Bavarian royal family, and was edited for publication in 1847 by Royal Court and State Librarian Johann Andreas Schmeller. Orff came into possession of a second-hand copy of Schmeller’s edition in 1934. In Orff’s telling, the imagery of the opening text, “O Fortuna / velut luna / statu variabilis,” instantly transfixed him, and he began composition. With his friend and collaborator Michael Hoffmann, Orff sifted through the massive codex to find the poems that would best suit the “scenic cantata” he envisioned. There are no conventional story line or characters, but rather self-contained vignettes that create a world unto themselves.
 
He adds: “Orff’s Latin subtitle forCarmina Burana,‘profane songs for singers and choruses to be sung together with instruments and magical images,’ indicated a preference for the work to be fully staged” with dance. And further:
 
Orchestrally, the score of Carmina Burana relies upon a large ensemble with an enormous battery of percussion. The work contains 25 individual movements separated into four major sections and a prologue, “Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi” (“Fortune, Empress of the World”).
 
The thrilling, exclamatory, almost incomparably famous “O Fortuna” that opens the piece is followed by the more subdued “Fortunae plango vulnera” that completes the prologue, “Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi.” The first section, “Primo vere,”—described by the Encyclopaedia Britannica as consisting of “youthful, energetic dances”—begins with the quiet chorus “Veris laeta facies” and then the moving “Omnia sol temperat” for solo baritone. The celebratory “Ecce gratum” precedes a sub-section, “Uf dem anger,” with first, a captivating orchestral “Dance” and the exultant “Floret silva nobilis” which has aländler-like melody.The next choral song, “Chramer, Gip die varwe mir”—the first written in the German language to appear in the cantata—is also joyful and is succeeded by the waltz-like orchestral interlude, “Reie.” There then occurs a series of German choral passages, starting with the ebullient “Swaz hie gat umbe” that recapitulates after the subsequent “Chume, chum, geselle min,” which is suggestive of a siren-call. This part ends with the affirmative “Were diu werlt alle min” which begins with exciting fanfares.
 
The middle section, “In Taberna”—which, theBritannicasays, “evokes drunken feasting and debauchery”—opens with “Estuans interius”—for solo baritone—which has a spirit of protest, while the following “Olim lacus colueram” is eccentric with an almost sinister quality. Also peculiar is the “Ego sum abbas” which precedes the rhythmic, propulsive “In taberna quando sumus” that concludes the second part.
 
Of the third section, “Cour d’amours,” theBritannicastates that “courtship and love are the subject.” The first verse of its initial song, “Amor volat undique”—which is for solo soprano and children’s chorus—is hushed, while the second is plaintive, followed by a brief recapitulation of the first. The sorrowful “Dies, nox, et omnia” for solo baritone precedes one of the most lyrical songs, “Stetit puella,” for solo soprano. The subsequent “Circa mea pectora” for solo baritone and chorus has a self-pitying tone. About the next two songs, Prendergast writes:
 
“Si puer cum puellula” presents the baritone and solo members of the chorus acapella, extolling the delights of fleshly love. The full chorus returns in “Veni, veni, venias” in another roundelay of lust.
 
The reflective “In trutina” for solo soprano is succeeded by the “Tempus est iocundum”—for solo soprano, baritone, chorus and children’s chorus—with which merriment returns. The third part closes with the ecstatic “Dulcissime” for solo soprano.
 
An epilogue, “Blanziflor et Helena,” includes the exalting, triumphant “Ave Formosissima” for chorus and, finally, a return of the glorious “O Fortuna.”
 
The artists received an enthusiastic ovation.

From Mozart to Oz with the New York Philharmonic

Conductor, Jaap van Zweden with Soloist Conrad Tao. Photo by Chris Lee.
 
At Lincoln Center’s David Geffen Hall, on the evening of Tuesday, March 19th, I had the pleasure of attending a wonderful concert featuring the New York Philharmonic effectively led here by the ensemble’s Conductor, Jaap van Zweden.
 
The program began marvelously with an excellent reading of Felix Mendelssohn’s extraordinary, evocative The Hebrides Overture, Op. 26, which is possibly the finest of the composer’s works. (The orchestra will perform his classic “Scottish” Symphony later in the week.)
 
An exceedingly impressive soloist in his New York Philharmonic subscription debut Conrad Tao, then entered the stage for a superior rendition—playing his own admirable cadenzas—of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s brilliant Piano Concerto No. 17 in G major, K.453, from 1784. The initial Allegro has a graceful opening that builds in intensity while remaining ebullient throughout. The movement becomes especially sparkling— although with a hint of deeper emotions—with the entry of the piano. This more serious undercurrent comes to the forefront as the music develops; the movement ends affirmatively.
 
The introductory measures of the ensuing Andante—another exceptionally beautiful Mozart slow movement—have a stately pace; with the appearance of the piano, the music acquires a greater solemnity which is of a reflective kind, but with contrasting passages conveying a subdued but melodious joyousness. After a powerful cadenza, the movement concludes gently.
 
The closing Allegretto recaptures the complexities of mood in the first movement; it is effervescent on the whole, especially in the exhilarating Presto finale that ends with a quiet force. An enthusiastic ovation elicited two rewarding encores from the pianist: first, his own enjoyable, highly virtuosic transcription of Art Tatum’s 1953 recording of Harold Arlen’s glorious song for the 1939 film, The Wizard of Oz, “Over the Rainbow,” with lyrics by Yip Harburg; and second, Maurice Ravel’s exquisite, enchanting and dazzling “Le jardin féerique,” from his celebrated piano suite, Ma mère l'Oye.
 
The second half of the event was at least equally memorable, consisting of a superb account of Ludwig van Beethoven’s magisterial Symphony No. 5 in C minor, Op. 67. About it, Robert Schumann wrote:
 
Let us be silent about this work! No matter how frequently heard, whether at home or in the concert hall, this symphony invariably wields its power over people of every age like those great phenomena of nature that fill us with fear and admiration at all times, no matter how frequently we may experience them.
 
The opening of the enormously famous, thrilling Allegro con brio is maximally suspenseful and a sense of urgency is sustained throughout the movement but there are leisurely passages of an almost pastoral quality. The Andante con moto that follows is often jubilant but with some questioning moments; incomparably elegant, it is nonetheless not without a certain playfulness. The subsequent Allegro begins somewhat mysteriously but more emphatic music quickly intrudes; in general, it has a darker tone than the movement that precedes it but much of it is exultant. Although propulsive, again there are bucolic interludes. The movement transitions dramatically to the enthralling, dynamic and triumphant finale, also markedAllegro,which concludes magnificently.
 
The artists again deservedly received abundant applause.

March '24 Digital Week II

In-Theater/Streaming Releases of the Week 
Knox Goes Away 
(Saban Films)
Michael Keaton gives a sly performance as an aging hitman who’s just discovered he has a sort of fast-moving dementia; before he completely loses his facilities, he decides to help out his estranged son, who arrives on his doorstep bloodied and telling a wild story.
 
 
Director Keaton has helmed an effective contraption, with Gregory Poirier’s script doing double duty a cleverly constructed yarn and a psychological character study. It isn’t flawless, but it remains interesting until the final shot. There are also brief but memorable supporting bits by Marcia Gay Harden and Al Pacino.
 
 
 
Much Ado About Dying 
(First Run)
Simon Chambers’ moving and intensely personal documentary follows his eccentric Uncle David, whom Chambers chronicles for several years after he gets an email from David asking him to come over because he is “dying.” Chambers shows David as a lively, performative character who quotes Shakespeare speeches (King Lear is a special favorite) but remains riveting throughout.
 
 
It’s an often difficult watch, but it’s filled with humor and empathy that makes this positively life-affirming, despite the fact that we are watching an elderly man suffering greatly, at least physically, before dying. 
 
 
 
One Life 
(Bleecker Street)
Based on the true story of Nicolas Winton, a British stockbroker who, while in Czechoslovakia in 1938, just after the Nazis took over, help bring many Jewish children to safety in England, James Hawes’ drama is no Schindler’s List, but a low-key, unabashedly sentimental tale of goodness triumphing, at least a little, over evil.
 
 
The ending recreation of Winton discovering the great good that he’s done is genuinely touching, and it’s all enacted with intensity by Anthony Hopkins and Johnny Flynn as the elderly and younger Winton; the unsung actress Romola Garai as Doreen Warriner, a humanitarian who helped Winton; Helen Bonham Carter as Winton’s forceful mother, Babi; and the great Lena Olin as Winton’s wife Grete.
 
 
 
Remembering Gene Wilder
(Kino Lorber)
Ron Frank’s lovely but ineffably sad valentine to the beloved comic actor, who died of Alzheimer’s in 2016, makes for bittersweet but elevating viewing.
 
 
Letting Wilder himself narrate his own life story (thanks to an audiobook he recorded years earlier), Frank adroitly mixes film clips, vintage interviews and on-set tomfoolery with poignant talking-head reminiscences from many people in Wilder’s personal and professional life, including his widow, Karen; Richard Pryor’s daughter, Rain; writer Alan Zweibel; and, last but not least, Wilder’s partner in crime for two of their most memorable cinematic collaborations, Blazing Saddles and Young Frankenstein, Mel Brooks.
 
 
 
4K/UHD Release of the Week 
The Color Purple 
(Warner Bros)
I had thought that a musical version of Alice Walker’s classic novel—and, by extension, Steven Spielberg’s classic 1985 film adaptation—was unnecessary, although the Broadway staging I saw in 2015, starring Cynthia Erivo, at least allowed her to blow the roof of the theater.
 
 
But Blitz Bazawule’s movie adaptation of the stage musical is mainly arid, despite lively performances by Fantasia Barrino, Danielle Brooks, Taraji P. Henson, Colman Domingo and even Jon Batiste in a small role. But musically this Color Purple can’t hold a candle to Walker’s prose or Spielberg’s camera; dramatically, it hits all the beats but never feels organic or lived-in. The UHD transfer looks fantastic; extras include interviews and featurettes.
 
 
 
Blu-ray Release of the Week
Driving Madeleine 
(Cohen Media Group)
Director Christian Carion has made a darker Driving Miss Daisy in this contrived but entertaining melodramatic vehicle about middle-aged Parisian cabbie Charles desperate for a good fare who picks up  Madeleine, a spry, ornery 92-year-old going to live in a home for the infirm and wants one last drive through her beloved Paris beforehand. Madeleine’s dramatically eventful life includes many flashbacks, which Carion handles adroitly if predictably.
 
 
Like Miss Daisy, Carion’s film is anchored by superb acting by Alice Isaaz is a winning and energetic young Madeleine who charmingly complements the brilliant performance of force of nature Line Renaud as old Madeleine as well as the always reliable Dany Boon who makes the one-dimensionally written Charles into a realistically crusty but sympathetic foil. There’s an excellent hi-def transfer; the lone extra is a Carion post-screening interview.
 
 
 
Rick and Morty—Complete 7th Season 
(Warner Bros)
For seven seasons and 71 episodes, this nuttily gleeful animated series about mad scientist Rick and always supportive grandson Morty keeps building new levels of insanity, both visually and verbally. The latest 10-episode season was the first without voice work by co-creator Mark Roiland, dropped from the show after abuse allegations—later dismissed—surfaced against him.
 
 
But the lunacy is still there; among many guest voices are Hugh Jackman (as himself!), Liev Schreiber, Christina Hendricks and Ice-T.  It’s all colorfully dazzling on Blu-ray; extras include features Inside the Episodes, Directing Unmortricken, The Characters of Season 7 and Inside Season 7.
 
 
 
DVD Release of the Week
A Balance 
(Film Movement)
Japanese writer-director Yujiro Harumoto’s often perplexing but fascinating chamber drama closely looks at broadcast journalist Yuko (Kumi Takiuchi) who, while working on a story about the grieving families of children who committed suicide after being bullied, discovers that her father holds a dark secret that she must deal with.
 
 
Although the film clocks in at a lengthy 150 minutes, Harumoto sharply focuses on the moral dilemmas of Yuko, who is embodied with complexity and subtlety by Takiuchi. 
 
 
 
CD Release of the Week 
Laws Of Solitude: Strauss—4 Last Songs 
(Alpha)
German composer Richard Strauss (1864-1949) did his best work for the voice, in both his operas and songs; and his Four Last Songs are the very pinnacle of his artistic achievement, a valedictory climax to a lifetime of writing beautifully, especially for the female voice. This compelling disc presents the song set twice—in the original orchestral version and the less frequently heard piano version.
 
 
Soprano Asmik Grigorian sounds radiant in both versions, the Orchestre Philharmonique de Radio France under conductor Mikko Franck providing tasteful accompaniment a la the final scene of Strauss’ final opera Capriccio. The version for piano (played exquisitely by Markus Hinterhäuser) finds Grigorian in a more intimate mode; if the orchestral version is ultimately preferable, Grigorian makes mighty cases for both. 

The Films Of & Films That Made Denis Villeneuve at Lincoln Center


From February 16th through the 28th, Film at Lincoln Center presented a retrospective of the works of the celebrated Canadian director, Denis Villeneuve—along with a selection, curated by him, of fourteen films that have influenced and inspired him—as a prelude to the much anticipated release of his latest feature, Dune, Part Two.
 
For me it is still too early to assess the true stature of Villeneuve within world cinema—and whether or not his style indeed expresses a unique vision of the world—but I am fully persuaded that he is one of the most exciting directors working in Hollywood today. (Unfortunately, he does not seem to have yet attracted the attention of many distinguished critics.)
 
The earliest of his films to be screened in the series was the English-language version of the powerful Polytechnique from 2009, a fictionalization of the École Polytechnique mass shooting in Montreal in 1989. Compellingly photographed in black-and-white widescreen, the confident and abundant reliance on the Steadicam is in the service of a visual dynamism that is a hallmark of the director’s style. Although Villeneuve has the perpetrator state in voiceover his rationale for the killings, the director intelligently resists fully endorsing this explanation for his actions. A slightly complicated flashback structure is another example of Villeneuve’s unconventional approach to his material, while the aspects that recall American thrillers prefigure the filmmaker’s subsequent engagement with genre cinema.
 
Villeneuve fully embraced the thriller genre with his first Hollywood film, the astonishing Prisoners from 2013, which is summarized in Film at Lincoln Center’s program note: “Two young girls are abducted in the fictitious Pennsylvania city of Conyers; when a detective (Jake Gyllenhaal) arrests and then releases the lone suspect (Paul Dano), the father of one of the girls (Hugh Jackman) seeks to find out the truth regarding his daughter’s disappearance by any means necessary.” The film is brilliantly photographed by the now legendary Roger Deakins and is effectively scored by the late Jóhann Jóhannsson. Villeneuve is immeasurably aided by his outstanding cast that also includes Viola Davis, Maria Bello, Terrence Howard, Melissa Leo and David Dastmalchian.
 
The remarkable Enemy from 2013—described by the Encyclopaedia Britannica as “about a man who discovers that a minor actor is his exact double and seeks him out”—an adaptation of José Saramago’s novel, The Double, reveals unexpected dimensions within Villeneuve’s talents, with its effective surrealistic elements and an assured recreation of a Lynchian atmosphere. (The eminent literary critic Harold Bloom asserted that he regarded Saramago “as our planet's strongest living novelist, beyond any contemporary European or any of the Americans, whether they write in English, Spanish, or Portuguese.”) Gyllenhaal, who plays the protagonist and his double, again displays a surprising range, going well beyond his terrific performance in David Fincher’s amazing Zodiac from 2007. The fine supporting cast includes Mélanie Laurent, Sarah Gadon and Isabella Rossellini. More conventional but no less engrossing is the director’s next feature, Sicario from 2015, a thriller about the Mexican war on drugs. Villeneuve again elicited superb work from Deakins and Jóhannsson as well as an incredible cast that includes Emily Blunt, Benicio del Toro, Josh Brolin, Daniel Kaluuya, Jon Bernthal and Victor Garber.
 
The director has essayed the science-fiction genre with his subsequent four motion pictures, beginning with Arrival in 2016, which unfortunately I have not yet seen. The following year’s Blade Runner 2049–a long awaited sequel to the classic Ridley Scott film from 1982 that was also screened in this series—seems to me, on a first viewing, to be Villeneuve’s greatest achievement to date. Working from an intriguing script by Hampton Fancher, who co-wrote the original, the director exhibits a real understanding of Scott’s movie, and with his cinematographer—Deakins again—fashioned a visually breathtaking re-imagining of a dystopian future. Harrison Ford wonderfully reprised his role as Deckard, and another extraordinary cast features Ryan Gosling, Ana de Armas, Sylvia Hoeks, Robin Wright, Mackenzie Davis, Carla Juri, Lennie James, Dave Bautista, Jared Leto and Edward James Olmos.
 
Dune, from 2021, after Frank Herbert’s enormously popular novel that was enchantingly adapted by David Lynch in 1984, was a major commercial and artistic success. In Villeneuve’s version, the approach to narrative is unexpectedly slow-moving but this proved to be aesthetically effective. Again, the director assembled a marvelous cast, including Timothée Chalamet, Rebecca Ferguson, Oscar Isaac, Brolin again, Stellan Skarsgård, Bautista, Stephen McKinley Henderson, Zendaya, Chang Chen, Sharon Duncan-Brewster, Charlotte Rampling, Jason Momoa and Javier Bardem. The director also continued a productive collaboration with the superior composer of film scores, Hans Zimmer, that began with Blade Runner 2049. The recently released sequel, Dune, Part Two, only confirms Villeneuve’s stature as an enthralling filmmaker, in what is much more of a traditional action movie than its predecessor. The exceptional new cast-members include Austin Butler, Florence Pugh, Christopher Walken and Léa Seydoux.
 
One of the greatest films that Villeneuve selected for the series was Akira Kurosawa’s Seven Samurai—it was screened in a beautiful 35-millimeter print and apparently was an influence upon Dune, Part Two—which was acclaimed by the realist critic, André Bazin:
 
The Seven Samurai itself might not be the very best Japanese production: in the ratings given to Japanese films by Japanese critics, for example, The Seven Samurai was rated third in 1954, even as Rashomon was rated fifth in 1950. There is undoubtedly more reason to prefer, over Kurosawa, the tender lyricism and subtle musical poetry of Kenji Mizoguchi. Like Rashomon, The Seven Samurai exhibits a too-facile assimilation of certain characteristics of Western aesthetics and the splendid blending of them with Japanese tradition. Moreover, there is in this instance a narrative structure of diabolical cleverness. For its progression is arranged with an intelligence that is all the more disconcerting because it respects the romantic approach at the same time as it spends perhaps too much time and labor on the blossoming of the narrative itself.
 
Still, The Seven Samurai is one of the best films from the Japanese school ever to have arrived in the West. Even though for several years now I have been waiting for my admiration for Akira Kurosawa to wane, finally to expose my alleged naïveté of the preceding year, each new film of his conf rms the feeling that I am in the presence of everything that constitutes good cinema: the union of a highly developed civilization with a great theatrical tradition and a strong tradition in plastic art, as well.
 
As its title indicates without ambiguity, this picture belongs to the traditional, historical vein that has already given us Teinosuke Kinugasa's remarkable The Gates of Hell. Every cross-cultural transposition being performed, The Seven Samurai is a sort of Japanese Western, but one worthy of comparison with the most glorious examples of the genre produced in the United States, especially the films of John Ford. For the rest, this reference gives but an approximate idea of the film, whose scope and complexity largely go beyond the dramatic boundaries of American Westerns. Not that The Seven Samurai is a complex story in the way that Kurosawa's Rashomon is—in fact quite the opposite is the case, its narrative line being as simple as possible. This general simplicity is enriched, however, by the fineness of the film's details, their historical realism and human veracity.
 
He added:
 
The beauty and skill of this narrative arise from a certain harmony between the simplicity of the action and the wealth of details that slowly delineate it. This kind of narrative reminds one of Ford's Stagecoach and Lost Patrol, but in The Seven Samurai there is more romantic complexity as well as more volume, and variety, in the historical fresco. As we can see, these points of reference are very “Western.” The same holds true for the otherwise extremely Japanese images, whose depth of field is reminiscent of the cinematographic effects of the late and much-lamented Gregg Toland.
 
In conclusion, I cannot do any better than allow Akira Kurosawa to explain his artistic ambitions himself: “Normally, an action movie can only be an action movie. But how marvelous it would be if an action film could at the same time paint a portrait of humanity! That has always been my dream, ever since the time I was an assistant director. And for the last ten years I have been wanting to reconceive historical drama from this new point of view.” Suffice it to say that The Seven Samurai itself is not unworthy of such an aim.
 
The major modernist critic, Noël Burch, in a footnote in his important book on Japanese cinema, To the Distant Observer, seriously underrated the film, saying that “The Seven Samurai, in part because of its exceptional length and consequently leisurely pace, is certainly the finest of Kurosawa’s minorjidai-geki.” The most judicious assessment of the work I have read is by the auteurist critic, Dave Kehr:
 
Akira Kurosawa’s best film is also his most Americanized, drawing on classical Hollywood conventions of genre (the western), characterization (ritual gestures used to distinguish the individuals within a group), and visual style (the horizon lines and exaggerated perspectives of John Ford). Of course, this 1954 film also returned something of what it borrowed, by laying the groundwork for the “professional” western (Rio Bravo, etc) that dominated the genre in the 50s and 60s. Kurosawa’s film is a model of long-form construction, ably fitting its asides and anecdotes into a powerful suspense structure that endures for all of the film’s 208 minutes. The climax—the battle in the rain and its ambiguous aftermath—is Kurosawa’s greatest moment, the only passage in his work worthy of comparison with Mizoguchi.
 
And near the end of his life, Robin Wood included it in a list of his ten favorite motion pictures, noting that, “For me, three films stand out in Kurosawa’s uneven career (the other two being Ikiru and High and Low): one of the cinema’s greatest ‘action’ movies, thrilling and sublime.”

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